Competitive work environment

[APlaying]

Spoiler

The Billionaire's, an ultra-luxurious venue designed to impress from the moment you walk in. An elegant and theatrical appearance, with soft golden lighting, polished stone, velvet seating, exceptional spirits, and a crowd dressed as if every night were an event. The music would be loud enough to be exciting, but carefully curated to maintain the elegance of the place, and an atmosphere that combines exclusivity and spectacle. Open 24 hours with:

-Multiple high-end restaurants and bars,
-Personalized gyms and spas,
-Professional concierge staff to meet various needs around the multiple rooms.
-Premium amenities and branded toiletries.

Of course, a place like this would not be complete without its events, which helped to liven up the atmosphere. And today there was an Arabic dance event where several dancers delighted the guests. Although it seemed that the dancers would be pushed into the background, as a couple of the site's workers developed a dance competition in the middle of the event.

They were none other than Clarissa Kristel, a former Brazilian dancer who worked as a waitress and masseuse, as well as participating on weekends as a part-time professional wrestler. And Alisha Grace, a recent addition to Billionaire's DD's, who is also a professional wrestler and worked as a waitress. So it was not unusual for them to be in the same place at the same time, but no one imagined that these two beauties would develop this conflict.

Office

Dixie Dion

In the main office, Dixie would have a meeting with both of them sitting down at this moment to resolve this. “Well, babes, I really didn't expect a situation like this to arise. And I didn't imagine you would dance so well either. I loved your performance! In fact, the audience loved you even more than the dancers at the event! The video has even just reached half a million views. Why would I have to fire you if you're so good for the image of the business?” Dixie asked enthusiastically.

Clarissa Kristel

Clarissa, who was sitting right in front of her, gasped in indignation. “I told you she's very competitive, and you're congratulating her for it? I just don't understand what's going through your head sometimes!” Clarissa retorted, and Dixie smiled playfully at her. "Awwww baby, I'm sorry you feel challenged, it's just that you're both amazing. I hope you're not upset that you didn't get the chance to settle the score.“ Clarissa grumbled at Dixie's response. ”I-I'm better than that Indian girl," she replied, glaring at Alisha. Dixie raised an eyebrow at that. "Hey Clarissa, that sounded kind of nasty. Heh, Anyone who heard you would think you were racist," Dixie hinted. This made the hairs on Clarissa's back stand on end. "What?! Of course not!" the Brazilian girl exclaimed.

[Arjuna]

After losing to Dixie Dion in a match, Alisha Grace had started working at The Billionaire's as a waitress. There, she had learned to enjoy all the works, even participating in events. In fact, she got a little competitive dance, and to make a long story short, here she was, together with her new boss and another employee, who happened to be a dancer.

"W-well, it can't be helped..." Alisha said, feeling a little embarrassed upon hearing the compliment. Though the remark from the other woman, Clarissa, caused her to turn to look at her sharply. "E-excuse me?" Just like what Dixie had said, that might sound rather racist, though Alisha had decided to let it slide for us.

"So, uh... I kind of enjoyed it, the dancing I mean..." Alisha said as she glanced at Clarissa. "I was hoping that we could at least settle this peacefully, b-but... if Miss Clarissa still feels threatened by me, what do you propose we do to settle the score?" Alisha had no beef with Clarissa, but she simply couldn't help but be competitive at certain things, and she wanted to make sure that nothing bad would happen from this.

[APlaying]

Dixie considered the situation for a moment. The schedule was tight, and there were no plans for a dance event. While Alisha and Clarissa were a big draw, she needed to resolve the matter now to avoid future problems. "Well, you're both very talented, no doubt. Why don't you settle this between yourselves in the ring? It doesn't necessarily have to be at LAW; you can use the ring in the monitored room. No one will bother you... I think you could settle this with a no-hitting match, just gentle movements and holds." Dixie wanted to promote healthy competition, highlighting both girls' strengths. So, she suggested a sparring match so they could get to know each other better.

Clarissa groaned and blushed slightly. ("A sparring match with her? She's taller than me... No way! I can handle her!") the Brazilian told herself. "I accept! I'll show the Indian beauty who's the best here!" Upon hearing that answer, Dixie smiled amusedly. "And what do you say, Alisha?" The big girl asked with some anticipation.

[Arjuna]

Alisha smiled a little awkwardly when Clarissa called her the Indian 'beauty', as it wasn't something someone would typically say out loud. Well, since Dixie suggested a way for them to settle this matter, Alisha thought that she might as well do it.

"Well, I guess I have no problem with that..." Alisha said as she smiled slightly, scratching her cheek. It felt a little weird that their little spat could be settled with a competitive wrestling match, but considering that she was a professional wrestler, she might as well roll with it. Plus, it might be something fun to be had.

[APlaying]

Dixie clapped her hands in excitement at their positive response. "Excellent! I hope you both have a lot of fun! I'd love to referee, but this is between you two. Feel free to go." The truth was, Dixie was dying to see this, but she'd save that for another time. Meanwhile, Clarissa got up from her seat and walked to the elevator to go down to the third floor. "I'll be waiting for you in the gym, Alisha." The Brazilian planned to freshen up a bit before going to the gym, so she went down immediately.

Private Ring

After a while, Clarissa entered the Billionaires gym, where there was a room at the back, softly lit with golden lights all around. And in the middle was a wrestling ring reserved for private sparring sessions.

[Arjuna]

Alisha entered the gym alongside Clarisse. She couldn't help but marvel at how fancy this whole place was. Perhaps there was a silver lining in this whole thing where she got to work under Dixie. Sure, it wasn't like she was struggling for money, but she would never say no to some extra income in addition to her pay from being a wrestler.

"So..." Alisha began as she glanced at Clarissa. "What do we do now?" she asked. Even as she had no beef with Clarissa, this issue still needed to be addressed. Apparently, their employer saw it fit to give them an opportunity to have a private match.

[APlaying]

Sparring matches were practically standard policy at DD's; whenever the workers had conflicts—and since most were aspiring wrestlers—they tended to settle their issues in the ring. It had proven to be a highly effective method for resolving differences so far. Once she stepped into the ring, Clarissa placed her hands on her hips, slowly approached Alisha, and locked eyes with her in a near-challenging stare. "First off, I have to admit you dance incredibly well... I didn't expect you to break up my routine like that; I have no idea where you learned those moves. All I know about India is that they serve awful street food, play with excrement, and the streets are so packed that even monkeys wander around like ordinary pedestrians." Clarissa crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom, further accentuating her curves.

"But we aren't here to dance; this is a perfect chance to put you in your place. So, I want this to be a submission sparring match." Clarissa walked past Alisha, turning her back to the ropes so she could lean against them. "If I win, you'll be my slave for a week." Clarissa issued the challenge with a tone that was both defiant and malicious. She was determined to make Alisha pay.

[Arjuna]

Alisha tried to give Clarissa benefit of the doubt as she said all those insensitive comments about India. Not that she held any affection for her birth country, but that sounded awfully ignorant of her. "...Okay." Alisha wasn't one to get upset so easily, but if Clarissa decided to make all those insensitive remarks again, then she might react unkindly to her words after this.

"Fine by me," Alisha replied to Clarissa's words. She still had no idea why this had to be a beef in the first place. It wasn't like she was trying to upstage her with her dancing. "The same goes if I win. You will listen to everything I say." She wasn't interested in making the other woman her slave, but that was how things were done here, so might as well just play along with it.

Readying herself for the sparring, Alisha did a little stretches. There was a stake here, and she'd rather not become someone else's slave if she could have it. This whole thing started because someone felt slighted from being upstaged, and Alisha hoped that they could finish this without any incident. All she had to do here was to win this match and be done with it.

[APlaying]

As soon as Alisha agreed to the terms, Clarissa could barely contain her excitement; the Indian beauty would undoubtedly make a fine, huggable doll. Yet, she couldn't help but notice that Alisha’s demeanor now mirrored the one she had displayed during their dance-off—a far cry from the shy, stuttering girl of just moments ago. "That's the spirit." With the terms settled, both women headed to their respective corners of the ring to prepare for the match.

Clarissa turned her back to Alisha as the latter began her stretches. While tossing her blonde hair back to adjust it, the Brazilian bombshell couldn't resist stealing a sidelong glance at the Indian woman's radiant, prominent curves as she stretched. *She’s more bigger than me; I need to be careful... Then again, my breasts are bigger...* she told herself.

Once the warm-up was over, Clarissa lunged forward with her arms outstretched, aiming to lock Alisha in a firm head-and-arm hold.